The rotten mud was stinky. A wild wolf that broke into the place in a panic was deeply mired in it. It screamed and tried to pull its leg out, only to sink deeper and deeper until its ears and nose were drowned by the mud, interrupting its screams.
When Vicente returned to the swamp, he happened to see the scene. He saw a gloomy and cold man in a black robe floating in the place where he was often active.
The exposed parts of the black-robed man were all bones, and needle-like red flames were bouncing in his hollow eye sockets. His clothes were made of glamorous gold threads.
Noticing Vicente's return, he asked in a hoarse and gloomy voice, "Where have you been just now? A messenger from the Congress of Magic is coming. "
Vicente said casually, "I went home and took care of something."
Also, he picked up Shirley.
"Home? Took care of something? You massacred the city? You destroyed the church and the inquisition in the city? "The black-robed lich asked in shock and fury." Do you know how much trouble it will bring to us? Do you want to destroy the organization? "
When the Church had absolute advantages, a necromancer massacred a city. It was definitely the most provocative behavior that would definitely attract the pursuit of legends!
"Congus, it's my business. If you're not satisfied, I can quit the organization." Vicente replied simply without any argument.
The lich was exactly Congus, the archmage and the leader of 'Supreme Soul'. During the incident of Cocus, he luckily escaped with his many weird life-saving spells of the school of necromancy. However, later, 'Supreme Soul' suffered a destructive strike, too, and only a few members escaped. He had to hide for a while.
A few years later, when things calmed down, he left his hiding place and tried to reorganize 'Supreme Soul'. During the process, he accidentally learned that the Liege of Death's demiplane had never been found by the Church and seemed to have been sealed automatically. Therefore, he returned to the swamp near Cocus, looking for clues about the demiplane that the Liege of Death might've left. As a result, he accidentally discovered a self-taught necromancer named Vicente Miranda in the swamp.
With only a few common magic books of the school of necromancy and the incomplete materials in the swamp, he had become an official sorcerer in only a couple of years. Congus, who was planning to reorganize 'Supreme Soul', appreciated it very much. Therefore, he replaced Vicente with 'Supreme Soul' in the name of guidance.
However, what happened in the following twenty years made Congus almost unable to believe his eyes. Perhaps because the guy named Vicente Miranda did not receive any formal magic education, many of his ideas were contrary to the fundamental ideas of the school of necromancy. But exactly because of that, he, who was not bound by the knowledge of the past at all, improved and corrected many ideas in the school of necromancy and made great breakthroughs in the fields of human body structure and circulation. After receiving feedback from the real world several times, he advanced into the ninth circle at a speed that Congus could not have imagined!
To become an archmage from nothing in twenty-eight years, he was definitely a genius among magic geniuses. Even in the heyday of the Magic Empire, as far as Congus knew, there were only four or five people who could match his record. Even 'Sun King' Thanos, who was known as the strongest sorcerer, took longer than Vicente because of the uniqueness of 'Traceless Destiny' at the beginning.
Of course, Congus also benefited greatly from Vicente's great breakthroughs. Together with 'Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy' and 'Basics of Calculus' that the Congress of Magic passed to him, his cognitive world was almost half-solidified. He was confident that he could try to advance into legendary in fifty years.
Therefore, Congus had complicated feelings about Vicente. The guy was supposed to be treated and trained as a student, but he was on par with him in such a short amount of time. As a result, Congus, who was busy rebuilding the organization, did not have the time to establish a teacher-student relationship with him and build a trustworthy friendship with him.
However, Congus did not intend to suppress Vicente and protect his rights for now, because he knew that Vicente might've sacrificed part of his flesh with a certain special item. Otherwise, he couldn't have advanced into an official sorcerer in the harsh environment and materials at the beginning. Therefore, in order to advance into legendary, he needed a greater theoretical breakthrough and a longer time. Congus, on the other hand, was different. By then, Vicente would've bowed to him without him doing anything.
Hearing Vicente's simple and cold answer, Congus held back his fury and asked, "Such things won't happen again, will they?"
"Cocus also has a 'Crazy Hound'." Vicente did not hide anything.
"Just a night watcher?" Congus was relieved. "I'll tell the branches and the major organizations to be more discreet."
Vicente nodded his head. "Who's the emissary of the Congress of Magic?"
He was very interested in such things because he had read 'Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy' and 'Basics of Calculus' from Congus. He couldn't have been more shocked by the ideas contained in the books and connected them with his own achievements in the field of human structure and circulation. If he hadn't grasped calculus, he wouldn't have been able to construct magic models more easily than before and set a record for advancement no matter how talented he was.
Therefore, even though he was still cold on the surface, he had been longing to meet Derek Douglas, the author of the two books.
Congus floated to Vicente's front. "It's Fernando, one of the authors of 'Basics of Calculus'."
He also had complicated feelings about the Congress of Magic. On one hand, he resisted their intention to merge with 'Supreme Soul', and on the other hand, he appreciated their public sharing of 'Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy' and 'Basics of Calculus'.
"Then we can meet." Vicente touched the storage pouch in his bosom.
… …
Inside the forest where 'Supreme Soul' was hidden …
A small market where magic materials and magic books were exchanged was held today. It was lively and noisy. Vicente and Congus passed by the edge and stepped into the underground palace.
"The appointment is in half an hour." Congus sat behind his desk.
Vicente did not reply. He went to Congus' bookshelf and picked out a thick book, reading it carefully.
Time flew. Half an hour passed without them knowing it. At this moment, the sorcerer who was responsible for the reception walked in with a lady who was as glamorous as fire.
"Fernando?" Congus asked uncertainly. The lady who was as glamorous as fire was too different from Fernando.
Fernando nodded slightly. "I've been targeted by the night watchers of the Church recently. I have to change my appearance and go out."
He pulled his belt, and his chest immediately caved in, turning him into a short, handsome man.
Looking at the scene, Vicente said to himself in disgust, "Pervert."
Born as a normal person, he valued the boundary between men and women very much. Even if he needed to change, the only difference was height and appearance.
Fernando immediately burst into fury. "At least you are better than the disgusting one!"
Vicente did not reply. He was too lazy to argue with him.
After roaring for a while, Fernando lost his motivation after receiving no response. He turned around and looked at Congus. "I'd like to meet the author of 'Theory of Human Body Structure and Circulation'."
Congus had recently compiled Vicente's research results into books and exchanged them for the latest research results of Douglas, Fernando, and the mysterious' Silver-Gray Lady 'of the Congress of Magic.
Congus raised his skeleton hand and pointed at Vicente. "It's him."
"Huh?" Fernando, who had become an archmage, did not notice that Vicente, who was also an archmage, was so young until now!
In the market outside …
Oliver, who had grown a mustache, had never participated in such a lively magic gathering before under the lead of his friend. While looking for beautiful sorcerers, he observed the magic books casually.
Over the past twenty years, he had been stuck in the fifth circle due to the lack of books and education.
"'Mathematical Principles of Magical Philosophy', 'Fundamentals of Calculus' … What are those books?" Oliver had been hiding from place to place and had little experience in magic gatherings. He had never heard of many things and books before.
The vendor looked at him as if he were a bumpkin. "You'll know when you read them."
"Huh? I can read them myself?" Oliver picked up the books without hesitation.
After a while, he forgot to chase the beautiful sorcerers and everything around him and was completely immersed in the world of books.
There were such books!
There were such theories!
… …
In the Bright Hall in the Holy City …
Aradeline, a level-nine red robe, walked into the sacred room in reverence. He did not even dare to raise his head before he met Pope Gregory.
At the beginning of the year, His Holiness killed the Mother Earth with 'God's Arrival', completely driving the sorcerers, dark creatures, and heretical churches into the Dark Mountain Range and the country surrounded by the mountains. It also officially announced the demise of the Sylvanas Empire, the last of the three magic empires!
After Aradeline met the pope, he discovered that Saint Ivan, the strongest of them all, was also in the Bright Hall, receiving the pope's orders.
"You will organize the Grand Cardinals and the legendary Knight to patrol the Dark Mountain Range and be prepared for the gradual annexation in fifteen years." Pope Gregory estimated the time for his recovery and added some allowance.
The handsome and masculine Ivan lowered his head. "As you command, Your Holiness."
Watching Ivan leave, Gregory narrowed his eyes. Although he was not worried about the betrayal of the saints at all with his trump cards such as Excommunication, he was still prepared out of habit. For example, he asked Ivan to stay in the Holy City or the frontline of the Dark Mountain Range and forbade him from returning to the north where he started. For example, he sent the few Grand Cardinals who were close to him to different parishes.
After a brief silence, Gregory said to Aradeline kindly, "I will appoint you as the bishop of the Ice Cathedral in the northern province of the Schachran Empire. I hope that you can assist Felix well."
Mixing sand was also one of the preventive measures.
"Yes, Your Holiness," Aradeline replied in fear.
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